March 2012
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February 2012
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It’s like most days I am completely sure that I am a relatively levelheaded human being with a death grip on reality, and then it’s Monday night and I’m trying to convince what’s-her-face on The Voice to pick Christina, but of course she picks Cee Lo, and nothing makes sense.
greenthing:
Life cannot be working every day and being miserable all of the time and sometimes getting drunk. Like, I refuse to accept that.
Next time you hear from me will be never because I’m done believing in the Internet and I’ll be living off of the land in the forest or something.
Just kidding. That’s gross. Where’s the vodka?
I have awfully high expectations exceeded only by the laundry list of standards I’ve set for myself that date back to when I was mentally able to conceptualize what it meant to have such a thing (which, if we’re being honest, was pretty young since I also like to think I’ve got a leg up on my generation). Oh, Christ, I’m kind of a snob aren’t I? Well, I could be worse...
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The girl who sits on my immediate left during my 2:30 class is finally back after an apparent two week bout with viral meningitis. What this means for me is that I did not learn a single thing today as I spent much of that hour perusing through WebMD to determine my odds of succumbing to viral meningitis.
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